the little bird made it through the night so Kade could go to school believing in miracles and then died. Grandpa buried it in the corner of the garden, or so he says.
Dear Children, you have all been at your emotional limit this week. I wish more than anything I could mend your broken hearts. Dear Pinewood Derby, I had no idea you were so long. Kade was right in the middle with wins. He had a hard time even paying attention after the first hour. Dear Basket Ball Games, a double header, do they say that in basketball? We went straight from the Derby to the two hour game/s. I was so tired. Kade got in a really good shot and everyone cheered for him. Dear Niece M, so glad you were hanging around the house and talked me into leaving the girls with you while I took Kade to his games. It was a very different experience to sit and watch the game and I'm 100% sure the girls had more fun with you. Dear Shooting Star, you were the brightest, longest shooting star I ever remember seeing. Some how I feel like it was meant for me. Dear Baby Bird, after getting blown out of your nest Kade sat and cried for a good 30 minutes because he couldn't stand to think of you suffering. Grandma came to the rescue and put it in a little box and gave it water. I came downstairs and found Kade praying over the little bird, he said he just couldn't take it, why did the bird have to fall out and suffer. He cried for so long. Hailey of course took two looks and went and bawled in her room. Dear West Woods Willy Wonka, my niece M was awesome and had all her little squirrely cousins as groupies. The whole show was really good, go see it. Still playing Friday and Saturday at 7pm. M is the assistant to the reporter. And my kids are squirrels. As you can imagine they play the part well. Dear Awesome, going in for a shot and and having the Dr. make the girl up front refund my copay, just because. Dear Hazel, you fell off the top bunk while trying to jump onto your bed and landed on all the toys you never cleaned up. How you fall when your bed is a foot away from the bunk bed I have no idea. I thought you broke your foot, but you didn't. You are still limping around though. Dear Awkward, sitting for 20 min. waiting for the x-ray orders to be faxed over only to realize they are sitting on the front seat of the car. I was really smart that day. Dear Moment, the kind that make everything you do worth it. When you child comes and tells you how much they love you and that they thanked Heavenly Father for letting you be there mom because you stand up and try to protect them when they don't have the strength to stand up for them self. The kind of moment you sit there and cry because you have been blessed with such great kids. The kind of moment that overshadows all the days that they have drove you crazy. Dear Self, most of the time I wish I could take my kids and run away. Standing up for what's right even if you stand alone isn't easy, but it is what I will always do no matter what I lose.
